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ukiyowi · 7 months

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People coming into your life and the kinds of people you attract!

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Entering your life

People you attract

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🪻Pile 1

Aww this is cute, the new people coming to you are going to be upbeat and light-hearted, yet quite serious. They will celebrate your every win and teach you how to enjoy yourself and take time off (hi workaholic pile😍) these people may be the foundation when it comes to being lifelong friends. They may be the kind to make an unbreakable bond with you. You could also meet them at a party or a family celebration!

They will seem talkative and jolly and you will have no problem making easy conversation with them. They may have issues regarding fear and anxiety about the future, and you may have similar problems too which you would discuss and try to heal through.

They will help you ease your thoughts and restless mind as well. They may be the type to be a little possessive and greedy, and they crave financial stability. This could be the result of past hardships where they've lost a lot and don't want to lose anything more. They may also hold on to the past tightly, carrying their hurt because they may feel they need to.

Placements: Cancer, Aries, Pisces, mars, Jupiter, 4th house, 6th house and 11th house.

Keywords: 444, guidance, instinct, trust, stability, stagnation, home, calling, great expanse, feeling seen, horror, laughter, poetry, anarchism, angel

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Pile 2

Ths people coming into your life are going to be immensely ambitious, the kind that's a little too intense if I'm being honest. They're very fast paced and may like to go through life in an organised and calculated manner. They may seem distant or in their own world when you first meet and you may meet in a work environment. You may notice that they're strict yet sensitive, they have a heart of gold and may not like making small talk.

They may be very successful and assertive. Could get into arguments easily because they may be a bit defensive about the world they do. They'll help you grow and understand yourself better, probably bringing more structure and balance in your life.

They'll also be quite competitive so they may love playing video/board games with you as well and they'll also teach you how to stop always compromising even when you don't need to. They're mature and dependable they'll probably be like a mentor figure almost. They're the kind of person to constantly work even when they're supposed to be on vacation and they've worked hard to get where they are.

Placements: Virgo, Leo, Aquarius, 1st house, 8th house, 10th house, Mercury and mars

Keywords: 1212, finality, family, partnership, domesticity, cooking, wit, fun, tingling, moods, shining, strength, mastery, work, togetherness, vision, innovation

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🪻Pile 3

Abundant, so elegant, this person will have an extremely regal energy. They may be a social butterfly, someone who makes connections easily and they may have a maternal vibe to them. They're going to be generous and helpful will probably be quite wealthy, and are the kind of person to donate to charities frequently. For some reason it's coming though that you may meet them while doing humanitarian work. They'll also be homebodies so as much as they like socialising they may like spending time with a small circle of friends at home.

They may teach you how to heal from abandonment, maybe they went through something similar and will help guide you. They may also teach you how to leave things you no longer need behind and turn your back on the past. They'll be very Intune with their surroundings and the energies around them and may be interested in the occult.

One thing that's coming through strongly is that they may be secretive and mysterious which is what will pull you in, however this can get tiring pretty quickly because it may seem like you keep opening up to them but they don't. They may also have very good intuition.

Placements: Scorpio, Taurus, Gemini, moon, Pluto, 2nd house, 5th house, 8th house.

Keywords: southern, 888, loops, waves, answers, forgotten, youth, fantasy, bad habits, ending, unbelievable, 7, kindred, identity, survival, opinions of others, story, listening.

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🍀 Pile 1

Hopeless romantics, people who may be a little naïve and innocent, viewing the world through rose coloured glasses, but they're also strong willed and determined, nothing can get them down, they're independent people who, when in love, fall too fast and too deep. They are successful professionally but may be a bit immature when it comes to expressing their emotions. They may be people who don't like expressing negative emotions as it makes them feel like they're getting the mood down, they may not be comfortable with vulnerability and emotional intimacy.

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🍀 Pile 2

Brave people, warriors at heart, they've probably been through a rough past that has left them a little jaded but even with their rough edges they are extremely soft. May be the kind of people to be there through thick or thin, a dependable friend, people who're always there to help no matter what. They may be "fixers" and feel they can fix people with their love. Calm and stable individuals who have a lot of wanderlust and usually believe in the occult, they're also very stern and may come off as a little harsh at times.

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🍀 Pile 3

Low-key, energy vampires, they may be attracted to you because they can either get something from you, or you're an empath and are healing to be around. People who're a little self-absorbed and selfish, may not be the best at respecting boundaries, more of a talker than a listener. A little flighty, very flirty, the type of people you would want to go on a short trip because of how fun they are. May leave you speechless at times simply because of the bizarre things they say, people who may be resistant to change.

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🍀 Pile 4

Gentle souls, wise people who give great advice but their advice may be unsolicited at times which could have a tendency to annoy people, people who're usually artistic in some way maybe they play instruments or draw or dance. They're very charming but can be manipulative if they want because of how good they are with their speech. Big emotions, people who have high highs and low lows. The kind of people who may be a bit paranoid and are natural worriers, they can also be a little superstitious. Really warm and welcoming individuals.

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hischierswhore · 2 months

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first game | nico hischier

pairing: nico hischier x shy!reader

request: yes

a/n: trying out a new layout… let me know ur thoughts 🫶🏼

You sat in the stands as you watch the Devils trickle out for warm ups. This wasn't your first time attending a hockey game, but it was the first game in which you were in attendance to support your boyfriend, Nico.

You and Nico had been dating for around a month. You've known each other for just over 3 months, the first 2 months were spent building a friendship and genuine connection with one another.

You were extremely shy and socially awkward. However, Nico could always pull you out of that shell, and he has so far. Social settings and events like this weren't your thing, but you decided to come support Nico because he really wanted you to be there.

You arrived at the stadium, walked through security and sat down in the stands. You had gotten seats just 2 rows away from the plexiglass. The "Hischier" jersey you sported caught his attention immediately as he skated onto the ice.

He gave you a nod and a bright smile as he skated towards your section. In that moment, you fell even more in love with him. Your heart fluttered every time he looked your way or smiled at you. It gave you a sense of comfort, considering you never really interacted much with people outside of school and Nico.

You couldn't take your eyes off of him on the ice. His slick moves and fast paced pace mesmerized you as he darted by you. He occasionally flashed a smile at you throughout the game or gave you questioning looks, making sure you felt comfortable in this new environment.

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After the game ended, you walked back into the parking lot and sat in your car as you waited for Nico. You'd both decided it'd be best if you met up at your car, considering you both knew that the tunnel would be full of people and you'd rather avoid that for now at least.

As soon as you heard a knock at your window, you jumped in surprise, momentarily forgetting that you were waiting for Nico. You look up and meet his smiling face, happy that you didn't have to endure the mass of fans in the tunnel.

You unlocked the car to let Nico get into the passenger seat. Once he's settled in, he gave you a quick kiss on the cheek before saying, "I missed you." You blushed slightly at his words.

"I missed you too, Nico. I'm glad you wanted me here tonight." You leaned in and kissed him again, pulling into a hug over the center console.

You and Nico headed home after stopping to get some take-out to eat once you settled into his apartment. As soon as the door shut behind you, you sat on the couch next to Nico, putting your feet up on the coffee table. He wrapped an arm around you and pulled you closer. Your hands intertwined as you lay next to Nico, both of you lazily snuggled under his warm blanket.

"Did you enjoy the game, schatzi?" He asks you quietly, smiling softly. You smile against his chest, placing your hand on his cheek and gazing deeply into his blue eyes.

"Yeah, I did. How was it for you? Better than last time?" He chuckled and nodded.

"It was better than most of our games. The whole team played well though, especially our goalie who made an insane amount of saves. We won 4-1” He said proudly, squeezing you tighter.

Calming silence filled the room as you both simply lay there in each others arms. Not speaking to fill the space, neither wanting to break the intimate moment.

Just when you thought things couldn't get any better, you felt Nico shift and look at you.

"Thank you for coming tonight, schatzi. It means a lot" He whispered. A soft smile spread across your face as you glanced up at him.

"Of course. You know I wouldn't miss it for the world." You whisper back as he leans in and gives you a gentle kiss on the lips.

"I love you, Y/n" he mumbles between kisses. His sweet words make you blush slightly as he pulls away.

"I love you too, Nico" You reply, feeling the butterflies begin to swarm within your stomach.

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robertseanleonardthinker · 8 months

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house and wilson r both autistic and on complete opposite ends of the spectrum

(bear with me here i'm autistic myself and it's hard to articulate my thoughts)

wilson masks heavily. he knows he's different than everyone else and he tries so desperately not to be. he wants to be seen as a normal guy. he's the furthest thing from it but nobody needs to know that if he can help it. he knew he was different since he was a kid and it upset him. he worked so hard to create an image of himself that is palatable. he is very concious abt it. he clings to normalcy. his knuckles r white and his nails r digging into it. the only person he is ok with letting go of it for is house. house is is safe space. house is the one person he knows will not care if he acts a little different.

house, however, doesn't mask very much at all. if he wanted to, he probably could (although i also partially think he couldn't) but he doesn't. he just doesn't give a shit. he doesn't care abt what ppl think and he doesn't rlly care how he affects them either. he says what is on his mind. he is the way he is and he feels no shame for it. social rules r stupid and he doesn't respect them. he doesn't respect any rules.

wilson is primarily sensory avoident. he likes peace and calm. he especially doesn't like visual overstimulation. he likes things to be neat and pristine. when his space is organized, he can function. his environment influences the state of his head.

house is very sensory seeking. he thrives in chaos. he needs the outside world to be as fast and loud and hectic as his mind is. he needs noise and things to look at and something in his hand (his stupid red autism ball). he's never doing nothing when he's thinking. he likes soap operas and crappy reality tv partially because it's good background noise. it doesn't take up much brain power, but it's still a constant noise.

wilson has big body language. he is very expressive. i know this is rlly bc rsl is a stage actor and that's what they do but. let me have this. but that's just how he is. every symptom of autism exists on its own spectrum. some autistics have a very flat affect, very little body language, and very little expressions. some (wilson) have the exact opposite.

house doesn't outwardly show many of his emotions. he definitely feels them, they're very intense, but he doesn't display them. he isn't expressive, and it's not by choice. that's just naturally how he is.

this is more of a headcanon but whatever. wilson likes stim toys. he stims subtly (part of him trying to cling to normalcy. he needs to stim and he knows that but he won't do anything like hand flapping or rocking.), like with a fidget cube or one of those spinny rings. when he's alone, he'll sometimes let himself stim in bigger ways and it's a great release. he doesn't rlly need to stim as much as house does tho. also i think he'd love pressure and cuddling for stimulation. he'd like to be squished.

house is always stimming. this isn't a headcanon. this man is always doing something! pacing, playing with his ball, listening to music, he's always doing something for some sort of stimulation. he likes vestibular stimming and big full body stims best. he likes to move and do things. he likes to be busy. a fidget toy won't do much for him. he was a pretty active person before the infarction, and that was a great release for his emotions. but now he can't do the things he used to so he needs to constantly be moving. he doesn't get a big release so he's just constantly letting it out.

they're both very particular abt their ways of living, but they do not live the same way. wilson likes calm, house likes chaos. if this is disturbed, they get upset and distressed.

wilson has more shutdowns, house has more meltdowns. not to say they don't have both, tho.

also i feel the need to say this: house's special interest is humanity. he loves puzzles and humans are the greatest one of them all. everything he does is motivated by his need to know why people do what they do. oh and also monster trucks.

#anyone feel free to add ur own thoughts #autism #autistic greg house #autistic james wilson #house md #james wilson #greg house #i may be projecting a bit #(probably a lot)#the autism is autismimg tonight

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jacevelaryonswife · 8 months

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After Dark | Part One

He wanted your fire to surround him in the crowd and burn him slowly.

pairing: female stripper!reader x modern!osferth | some moments of finan and sihtric.

warnings: smut, p in v sex, tiddy sucking, oral sex (m receiving). English is NOT my first language. 4,1k of words.

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A black cape and a crown-like prop was all that could be seen of the woman on stage, making Osferth even more anxious for whatever happened next.

He was a virgin in this, in this kind of environment. Throughout his life the thought of being in a den of carnality was never considered, his religiosity more fervent than most of the people with whom he lived acted as a wall to avoid such a path, however, there was no guilt or shame in his chest at that moment, just a natural embarrassment to be exposed to such a scope. He was a good boy, very polite, humorous, witty and with good social skills, but when it came to going further with girls the scenario was different, scarier, shy and sloppy.

His first time was with a girl in college. She was sweet enough to guide the rhythm, they all guided the rhythm with him — which Osferth found very satisfying. He learned that he liked the lady in control, showing how, when and where he should touch her. In addition, his position was easier than taking control and having to concentrate so as not to end up too fast. He was a shrewd little shit in the end.

But none of that crossed his mind, not when all the lights went out again and an engaging melody echoed through the club making him mortally anxious and excited.

And then, exactly at the same time that the warm orange tone set fire to the stage and a male voice accompanied the instrumental, you were in full display to the audience with a wild posture. The cover that hid your body focused on the floor to reveal the simple black lingerie with props decorating both arms and a large yellow snake wrapped from his neck to his waist. You were absolutely stunning and sensual, especially when your hips began to move at a slow and seductive pace, almost graceful if you were not wanton, totally capturing his attention.

Watching her strolling in the night so white, wondering: Why It's only after dark?

Your eyes closed to sink in the music as you moved your body gently, handling the snake with a frightening naturalness even with the animal curling around your body. What if it suffocated you? Osferth thought dissuaded.

“Aye, mate, she seems to deal with snakes a lot,” Finan whispered without taking his eyes off the image of the woman ahead.

In her eyes, a distant fire lights, burns bright, wondering: Why it's only after dark?

And then when your eyes opened Osferth could swear that your irises were on fire, leaving your aura even more overwhelming than possible. You were not entangled in any poledance, which made your eyes travel along the audience with greater ease and stop in the direction of his. No, don't be stupid, she didn't look at me.

But he wanted it to be true. He wanted your fire to surround him in the crowd and burn him slowly.

Find myself in her room, feel the fever of my doom. Falling falling throught the floor, I'm mocking on the devils door.

And maybe Osferth's perception was right. Maybe you were really contemplating the young lamb ahead as a hungry louse, but that wasn’t an ordinary look, no, he felt almost invaded in his intimate space, as if you knew what he was thinking as you moved as gracefully as petals in contact with the wind. Not even when the other dancers collected the snake from your shoulders did the weight of your gaze soften, no, quite the contrary, your attention was clearly fixed on the central figure in front of the stage as you slowly floated on your bare feet.

Oh God, it couldn't be real.

Were you really coming towards him?"

In the dawn I wake up to find her gone, and a note, says: “Only after dark”.

Yes, you- No, I wasn't.

Moving a few centimeters to where Sihtric was, you went on to face him, dangerously approaching the threshold of the stage to caress him with your foot along his chest, abdomen and very close to his groin. "Can I, handsome?" You asked after stopping your movements and retreating your foot until you gently touched the base of the beer glass in front of it, receiving a positive nod. “Take it for me,” your order was firm and a little smooth. "Open your mouth."

After a few seconds, a feline and satisfied smile adorned your beautiful face when the Dane leaned over to receive the beer falling on a thread in his mouth, having his hair caressed during the process. “Such a good boy,” you praised him by handing him the glass to turn your attention to the young man next door.

Osferth's eyes sparkled when you stopped in front of him and moved your hips as you went down until your faces were level, leaving him redder than a ripe cherry. Your presence made his breathing fail and emitted enough heat to warm him on a harsh winter day, your firm and sweetnessous voice throwing a warm cloud towards him.

“Happy birthday, sweetie.”

"Thank you ma'am," he replied so quickly that he didn't realize the formal term. He's niver seen a woman like you before.

"Not so old yet, dear," you sent him the sexiest smile he ever received, apparently having fun with how disconcerted he seemed.

“He's just shy, sunshine,” Finan said with his accent thicker than usual.

Your attention was divided between the two men, looking at the Irishman while holding Osferth's chin with your warm touch. "Is he? I love shy little things," the savagery shone in your eyes, "especially when they are as handsome and blushing as you." You approached his face until your noses were touching.

His heart beat faster than a deer cornered by hunters and he was sure that if your lips kept shaving against his it would be even more difficult to hide the bulge between his pants. Maybe you had already noticed giving the open smile as you picked up the ballots that were thrown in your direction, getting up and walking to the central poledance. You took the prop off your head and threw it at the audience to the delight of them. Osferth was too static for his reflection to be fast enough to reach the object, luckily Finan was faster than the others and handed him over.

"Keep it."

Burning, burning in the flame, now I know her secret name. You can tear her temple down, but she'll be back and rule again.

Your movements were mesmerizing and precise, lavishing flexibility and sensuality to get him on his knees. When your feet touched the floor, you slowly sent your hands to your back towards the closure of the bra, looking at the audience that began to encourage your next act. He wasn't prepared for that. Especially when you looked at him and shook your head negatively. Several men howled asking to see your body, screaming, begging, making your laugh with malice and a hint of cruelty, denying them again

In my heart, a deep and dark lonely part wants her and waits for after dark.

Osferth realized that he wanted to feel the touch on his skin again, no, he needed to feel it.

After dark

He wanted your savage look only in his direction.

After dark

He wanted the overwhelming aura cornering him again.

After dark

He wanted everything.

God, he was lost.

“That's what I call a fucking show!” Finan's scream burst the bubble of lust that enveloped him, reminding him to breathe again.

Osferth never wanted so much to be subdued by a lady before. But unfortunately he was not the only one with the same thought and worried him even more when thousands of ballots were thrown in his direction.

“She's mine,” said a guy behind him.

"Not fucking. Leave that to me,” Finan said as he got up abruptly from his chair, going somewhere inside the club.

His mind was too stunned to reason what had just happened clearly, but he was warm and excited and it didn't matter if you slept with him just for the money, he wanted to have the damn experience. Fortunately Sihtric kept silent for a long time before asking Osferth what he had found, receiving a simple "It was good" from the blonde.

“I see,” the Dane laughed.

Of course he saw it, which in itself made him want to succumb.

“Where did Finan go?” He asked.

“Probably looking for your birthday present,” he replied bluntly, sending a very significant look.

What?

“What?” The youngest asked with wide eyes. Was he serious?

"Your birthday present," Sihtric repeated again, "You don't have to be nervous, she'll know what to do but I imagine it won't be cheap."

It wasn't a problem (depending on how much you were going to charge).

"What if she doesn't want to?" The question was genuine.

He took a long sip of what was left of his beer. “She is a stripper, wins who pays better and maybe someone pays better than Finan. I'm sorry for that."

Would you reject him? Yes, you could... but he wished so much that he didn't. It was anxious minutes waiting for the Irishman, his hands were sweating when he noticed other men going the same way as his friend went, however, only one of them came back faster than a man having his first time and made Osferth's heart accelerate.

“Come with me, quickly,” Finan almost dragged him from the chair down the same corridor. "They have rooms here, which turns out to be more expensive than the girl going to your house, but she was very clear about not going to cleintes' houses, ya see? Now, don't ask questions and enjoy the evening."

It was a lot to deal with in such a short time, but Osferth shook his head and asked:

“How much was it?"

"Don’t worry about it, she was very generous with ya."

"What do you mean?" His eyes narrowed.

"She's a premium girl and doesn't accept anyone. Logically, someone with our cash condition wouldn't handle it, but she liked ya. I'll still have to pay because of the percentage of the bosses, but it's much less than the whole amount," he explained as fast as he can given the proximity to the room, putting some packages of condoms in his pocket. “Now, go get her tiger. And I'll keep her crown,” he took the prop from the youngest's hands.

Being dropped in front of the door, Osferth took a deep breath and looked at himself in the mirror hanging on the wall, arranging his hair and clothes before depositing fearful knocks against the door. Sweat accumulated in his hands and he wiping them on the side of his pants, taking a deep breath when his sweet permission filled his ears. The vision that presented you as soon as you entered the dark room with neon lights was of you sitting on the edge of the bed with a suggestive smile.

“Hi, sweet boy. Lock the door and come to me."

He almost cred towards you, stopping a few centimeters ago when you got up and stroked his cheek. "What's your name?"

His voice was flawed and nervous when answering: "It's Osferth, lady."

“Osferth. What a beautiful name,” you hummed. "What do you want me to do it?"

Everything. He wanted everything.

“I...” his neck warmed up when he tried to express what he would like to happen. His gaze fell on his feet in shame, unable to face yours for a long time. "I… I want you."

"Do you want me? How?” Your question was calm, with no intention of scaring you. “Physically? A conversation?”

“Physically.”

“Do you want me to take control, dear?"

Yes, for God's sake, yes.

“Yes, yes. I want it, please,” he begged with puppy eyes and a lovely pout.

A bright and satisfied smile shone in your features as you leaned against his lips.

“Okay sweetie, just relax, I’ll take care of you,” your hand circled the back of his neck while the other held the other side of his neck, starting a slow kiss that made his skin warm up.

His hands were surprisingly fast in wrapping your body and breaking any minimum existing distance, delighting in the radiated heat and the sensual way that your lips moved, your tongue asking for access to experience it calmly, but firmly, causing him a low moan when your fingers pulled some of the delicate threads from the nape of the neck. "Such a beautiful boy. I want to hear more where this sound came from."

Your lips connected again in a moist and sensual web that dissipated part of his apprehension. Osferth didn’t want to have sex with you because of Finan or any factor that could be associated, he wanted you because his desire consumed him with a burning and unknown urgency. He wanted you even more when your bold fingers climbed inside the shirt to throw it somewhere on the floor, caressing the milky skin with the tip of your nails and marking it with wet kisses along the jaw and neck.

Would people know what happened when they saw your claim about him? Finan and Sihtric for sure yes and he couldn't even care about the provocations he would hear.

Osferth returned to reality when your caresses stopped and your body went back to bed. "Take off your clothes for me, honey."

His neck warmed up again and he realized that you liked it a lot when he acted like a helpless sheep. He had a nice body, but it probably wasn't the coolest you've ever seen — he tought, made him even more shy.

"There's nothing to be ashamed of pretty boy, you're really good looking. Come here.”

He was sure from there that you were bewitching him like a succubus ready to devour him body and soul. There was no fear in the way he discarded his shoes and pants and went to meet him with the condom between his fingers.

"Good boy," you purred, pulling him into a demanding kiss as you sat on his lap, grinding in his bulge.

Holy J- you were a fucking provocation. His hands circled your waist and back, unconsciously (or consciously?) Encouraging your lascivious movements that made him grunt softly. “So precious, like a little lamb,” your hands pushed him lying against the mattress, kissing him sensually. Feeling bold and extremely aroused, Osferth requested access to your mouth with his tongue, gently leaning against you and moaning when you gently sucked the tip of his tongue. Your taste was citrus with a pinch of adocity and an alcoholic background, like a tropical drink. Your lips ran through the jaw, neck and velvety torso, leaving a moist trail of lust.

For a moment, when you pulled his underwear down with your teeth, he forgot to breathe properly.

“Has any girl go down on you before?” Your question brought him back to reality for a short time.

"N-no."

"Shame on them," licking your hand, you grabbed the base of his cock and masturbated him slowly. "You have such a beautiful cock." Oh heaven. Your hand was working so well, much better than any time he touched himself. "You want me to use my mouth, my sweet Osferth."

“Yes please, please.”

"Good boy."

Even absorbed, Osferth caught it when you took the condom and wrapped it in the length of it, lowering it with a smile on your face to grab it like a popsicle. He moaned loudly and held your hair instinctively but without pulling. It was almost heavenly to have your mouth taking him in such a provocative and wanton way, so intense that he almost came when you moved the velvety balls.

Your provocation continued by concentrating your tongue on the coated tip that leaked pre cum, involving the bulbous part and sucking while moving the length with your hand. He was sure he went closest to the sky and came back when your warm mouth took him deep and vibrated around him, making him hold your hair more firmly. “Don't. Wait. I'm gonna-“

"You have an hour with me, dear, do you think you can give me more than one?" Your question was tempting, especially with the malice in your beautiful face and the continuous movement of your hand. "I'd love to feel you inside me."

Oh fuck, that immediately sent him to an intense peak and faster than he planned, but so overwhelming and hot that his legs burned. How sinful of him was to associate what you did with something heavenly, when in fact it was a blasphemy to the sacred. His body was red and a little sweaty, strong breathing and terribly satisfied. No other good girl has brought him such euphoria before.

No good girl removed the used condom and pumped it with ypur expenses on the summit of pleasure.

You certainly weren't a good girl.

"Did you like it?" Your question came after a while, lying next to him and gently caressing the contour of his chest.

“A lot. I've never... never been so good."

Your eyes sweetened as you contemplated his figure, receiving a satisfied smile in response.

"You're so sweet." You leaned over to chastely kiss his lips. "Any girl would be lucky to have someone like you."

His cheeks blushed and he looked away in shyness. You were being so nice. Maybe that's why he didn't calculate his next words. "Why are you here?" Oh no, idiot, why would I ask something like that? Your regret was almost instantaneous. "You don't have to answer, I'm sorry, it was an intimate question, I'm sorry."

"No problem, it's not a tragic story or something," you laughed softly. "I needed money and I needed it fast. It's not as terrible as it seems, I usually don't need to fuck with customers to pay the bills and the dance is enough, but little things like you that can't be ignored, so I had to make exceptions. And you, why are you here?"

"I... it was my friend's idea, Finan. A bet actually I lost. I didn't imagine this would happen," he said meekly, heart warming with his revelation. "Don't you usually do that?" He asked. "That," he emphasized.

“No. Most customers are not attractive and I’m a demanding girl," you purred and leaned against his chest, smoothing his beautiful angular face. "And you're handsome."

"You’re very beautiful too," he smoothed your back and gave a chaste kiss on your forehead, which made you chuckle on his skin.

And then, against his will, you walked away and knelt on the bed, removing your bra to reveal your beautiful tits and massage them dramatically.

“Mm, I'd love to have your big hands on me. Do you want to touch me?"

Fuckin hell.

He almost jumped on the mattress to reach you, covering your soft breasts completely with both hands, squeezing, playing, experimenting, enjoying...

“You're so gorgeous,” he was practically drooling over your appearance. “Damn it.”

“Mmm,” you smoothed the soft and milky chest in front of you, delighting in the touch that was replaced by his mouth after begging you (unnecessarily) from the puppy's eyes to smear your skin.

Osferth delighted in her soft breasts, sucking and licking the halo with desire, vigor and tenderness, nibbling on the protruding and newly hardened beak, which made your eyes close with pleasure. You bit your lower lip and straightened his hair, letting him take his time in the insatiable desire for you. From the smeared breasts he climbed to capture your lips with fire and lust, exploring your mouth with vigor, sucking your tongue as he has never done with any girl before. He kissed your jaw, your neck and your stomach when you lay on the bed, stopping at the panty line.

“Can I take it off?” He asked quietly.

“Of course you can.”

If he wasn’t hard as stone before, your wet intimacy certainly did.

“Do you know where women like to be touched?” You asked sweetly.

“Yes.” He pressed his thumb on your pearl, “here, isn’t it?”

“Mmm, yes, but it’s not like that,” you held his finger and created circular movements with the ideal pressure on your clit, “it’s like that.”

Your hand went to his hardened cock, making him moan. “Such a beautiful cock,” you licked your lips, “get another condom.” And he was very quick to follow your order, giving a tasty view of his cute white ass.

A small strip of shyness enveloped him by placing the condom on his axis in front of you, but he cled back and hovered above your body.

“Do you want to take control?” You asked.

“No. I don’t want to,” he held your back and ass between the bed and turned your body over his, being caged by your thighs and arms.

“Good. I’ll treat you very well, good boy.”

He didn’t gasp so hard when your hands held him in relation to the first time, but when you sank into him slowly... oh boy, all the air in your lungs is gone. He was sure he had reached the apex of pleasure.

Eyes closed, mouth between open and red skin, a true vision for you.

“Let me take a time,” your voice was soft as you went down totally, moaning in unison. “Damn, you’re a big boy. I love that.”

Damn it. The slow pace of the warm hug made him whimper in drunkenness, holding your hips tightly and raising his legs, which tilted your body forward. Leaning your hands against his chest you started to assemble it properly, moaning well and enjoying the moment.

On the other hand, he, the lad was vocal and quite interactive by the way his hips hit a few times against your own, wanting more, needing more.

“Do you want more?”

“Yes,” he said between one moan and another, blond hair sticking to his forehead by sweat.

“Okay,” you bit your lower lip, riding it stronger and faster, sending it to a cloud of lust that consumed you with every movement.

The whole situation contributed to the overwhelming pleasure that consumed his body. Be it the snap between the hips that filled the room, or the delicious sounds you made and especially the wet grip of your femininity against him.

“Move your hips too dear, give me that, I know you want it.”

And he wanted it, oh how he wanted it.

Osferth accepted your request and standardized your movements, hitting harder against your pussy (still very kind) that he had already used on a girl before, muttering a bad word the heat of the moment as he did a few times in his life. But fuck it, fuck it, he needed it.

You jumped uninhibitedly and maliciously in search of the apex, moaning his name as his grip began to increase, his cock brushing in all the right places at a delicious rhythm that was almost blowing his mind. Your wet pussy was soozing the inside of your thighs and the base of his cock, increasing the wet and profane sounds.

“You’re so fucking big, I feel so full. I’m going to cum so well on your cock,” your dirty talk almost made you come with tense hips, moaning loudly, which you noticed immediately, touching your clit while the tension in your core increased from the constant friction. “Hed a little longer, dear, I’m close.”

The weight on his balls was too much, he felt that he would really explode when he came, concentrating as much as he can for it to happen after you.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck. That was so hard.

“Osferth, oh honey,” you squeezed him violently and his movements faltered when a hot and white wave crashed into your body and dragged you to the apex of pleasure. “Fuck.”

Fuck.

His hips crashed into yours for the last time right after your orgasm, filling the condom when cumming good and strong. It was totally heavenly.

He was floating in a cloud that erased all his thoughts except that moment.

You got up carefully and fell against his chest, lying next to him with a satisfied smile. “Did you like it, dear?”

He was panting and with a silly and wide smile, hugging you gently. “So much... so damn much.”

“Good. Get some rest, I want to make good use of the time we still have.”

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note: Sorry for the delay in publishing the chapter, the last few weeks have been terrible and stressful because of the finals.

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gumnut-logic · 9 days

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J Protocol

The Protocols

This one is a long time coming and I've been staring at it for hours, so have no idea if it is good enough and it hasn't been read through by anyone but me, so I'm going in blind.

This is for @onereyofstarlight who has waited long enough ::hugs::

I hope you enjoy it.

-o-o-o-

John liked to be alone.

It allowed him to rest, to think, and to be himself. There were no demands on how he needed to act, what he was wearing or what he felt like saying.

Alone he could serenade the stars, karaoke dance to his ABBA collection, read without anyone commenting on what he was reading, and, hell, leave the bathroom door open if he wanted to. Being alone had its advantages.

But it also had its disadvantages.

Today had been an unpleasant one.

The fish brother in the back of his head cried foul and described it in much more colourful terms, in several different languages - did Gordon actually know how to speak Greek? All of the above would have had Grandma threatening to clean his mouth out with soap, but really, John couldn’t help but agree with the description.

Even the thought of his little brother had him smiling just a little as Thunderbird Five slowly grew larger.

He had been out in his exosuit, something he usually enjoyed when a rescue was close by. This had involved a couple of idiots in orbit who had done something very, very stupid.

And it cost them everything.

John had been fast, but space was faster and it took their lives.

Scott had been on comms at the time. His eldest brother had all the kind words amongst the command decisions, but a mission failure was still a failure and after the long shift before it, John was just tired and sad.

Returning home to Five was a relief, but there was part of him, a very small part of him, who missed the loud of home.

He liked being alone.

But he loved his family.

And today sucked all the ass.

Gordon, watch your language.

Talkin’ to yourself, bro.

Solitude also tended to promote conversations with himself.

“John, which airlock will you be using?”

But then, was he truly alone?

“The rear ‘lock, Eos. The suit needs some repairs and a good clean.”

“Should I alert Virgil?”

“No, I can manage.” But that would be an excuse to see his big brother. Virgil wasn’t a fan of space, but he would drop by at any hint of John needing help.

A glance in the direction of Tracy Island, in midnight darkness just like the whole half a planet beneath him.

John sighed as he slowed, firing reverse thrusters to kill off his velocity, to a smooth pacing of Five. Splattering himself across her solar panels would certainly be an undesirable end to an already shitty day.

Eos had the airlock open and waiting, enabling John to slip in quietly. Five crept around him with her protection. Being out in space was a raw experience. Beautiful, but raw. His ‘bird provided a sense of security with cahelium between him and the harsh environment.

The airlock sealed and the air pressure welled up, familiar in its reassuring caress. The inner door slipped open and he pushed off gently into the module he had left in such a hurry several hours earlier.

He ran through the disassembly routine for his exosuit, robotic arms pulling it gently from his body. For some reason he found himself leaning into that metallic touch.

Damn, maybe he had been away from Tracy Island for too long.

He would have to schedule some leave.

But he had that experiment running…and Auckland University were waiting for his write up on his comet. He could do the writing on Tracy Island - would his brothers give him the space?

The pun was ignored.

His brothers tried. He knew they tried. They respected his wishes as much as they could. Didn’t understand them, but respected them. They knew social interaction took energy he felt better spent elsewhere. They knew that what worked for them didn’t necessarily work for him.

They tried.

Hard.

But he also knew they missed him.

And he loved them for it.

Returning to Earth added him to their lives in three dimensions and they often wanted to take advantage of that. Hell, he wanted to take advantage.

But there was transition time from space to Earth, and all the stuff he had up here, and…

God, he was tired.

The mechanics finished up, leaving him floating free in the centre of the module.

He let himself drift just a little.

“John?”

Eos didn’t ask if he was okay, but the question was there anyway.

He sighed. “Stash the exosuit, I’ll do the repairs tomorrow.”

“Yes, John.” How did she put so much emotional inflection into those two words?

He refused to sigh again, simply reaching out to touch the wall and nudge himself towards the airlock leading into the central hub of Five.

The room lit up as he entered, the familiar map of the planet below spreading out across the spherical walls. The rescue indicators were clear for once in his life and he was quite happy to pass by the map and head for the gravity ring, aiming for his bathroom and the chance to clean off the sweat under his uniform.

“Hey.”

The sudden appearance of a body blocking his path confused his exhausted brain and he was slow to connect the dots of green, blue and heavy lifting brother.

“Whoa, Johnny, take a breath.”

A hand steadied him where his reaction had sent him spinning just a little.

“Virgil? What? Eos, why didn’t you tell me?”

“Virgil asked me not to. You said I should listen to Virgil, so I did.”

John deflated, and sighed in exasperation. “Virgil, why? You scared the shit out of me.”

That earned him a raised eyebrow.

Okay, so plain, old boring swear words weren’t usually his thing, but he was tired.

That eyebrow twitched in his direction.

Oh.

“Just dropping in for a home visit. That last situation was a rough one.”

“I’m fine, Virgil.” He pushed past his brother. “Just need some sleep.”

“Uh-huh.”

John rolled his eyes as he pushed himself out into the ring, his feet lightly landing in the low gravity environment. He strode across cahelium reinforced glass. “If you’re going to order me back to Tracy Island, I rather you didn’t.”

Virgil was obviously following him, the soft squeak of his specialised boots on the glass a not unfamiliar sound. “Haven’t even thought about it. Just wanted to drop by and see how you were going.”

“At two in the morning.”

“I’m a night owl.” He could feel his brother’s smile bounce off the back of his head.

John grunted as he reached the doors to his rooms. He turned to his brother standing behind him. “I’m going to get cleaned up. Back shortly.”

“Scott says debrief in the morning, but I would like to check you over before bed.”

“Really?” It was whiney and childish, and he earned that extra eyebrow arch, but damnit, he was tired.

“Really.” And there was just that touch of steel in Virgil’s voice. Not quite the same as Scott’s commander tone, but just as final. “Don’t make me come in there after you.”

“Fine.” He threw open the door and wished he could slam it behind him with all the petulance he felt right now.

Virgil didn’t answer, nor did he follow him.

It only took a moment or two for the guilt to sink in and John was faced with the fact that Virgil was worried about him. He climbed up into orbit, into space which he didn’t enjoy, to check on his little brother, only to encounter …John.

He let his head drop against the glass of his bedroom wall. Because of the lower gravity, his forehead did not hit with any of the thump he needed it to.

A sigh. He would apologise, but first he needed to get clean.

-o-o-o-

It was a bit longer than he had expected when he finally emerged from his rooms, but he felt just a little bit more human for the clean and new spacesuit.

Time also helped. His head had been caught up in rescue gone bad. Those few extra minutes helped him step back and breathe.

Virgil wasn’t outside his door, which, considering he’d likely left him with the impression he might have to hogtie John to get the readings he needed, was a surprise.

“Eos, where is Virgil?”

“In the infirmary. John, do you like pineapple?”

He frowned, heading in the direction of the small room set aside for medical needs on the gravity ring. “Yes, why?”

“Even if it is on pizza?”

“Uh, no. Pineapple should never be put on pizza.” He frowned as he slipped into the infirmary. “Have you been talking to Gordon?”

“Yes, and he is most emphatic that pizza should include pineapple in its toppings.”

“Gordon has issues.”

Virgil snorted. “That he does.” His brother looked up as John entered. Apparently, he was doing a medical supply inventory.

He had removed his baldric and harness, and was standing in his overalls-styled uniform without his usual green. It wasn’t right.

As if sensing John’s affronted senses, Virgil frowned. “You okay?”

John shrugged and sat down quietly, and obediently, on the small bed. “You need the green.”

Virgil looked down at himself, wrinkling his nose. “I do feel kind of naked.”

“So why did you take it off?”

“Didn’t need it. Need the suit for safety, but didn’t want to clink every time I moved.” He pulled the medscanner out of it protective sleeve on the bulkhead.

John held up a hand. “Sorry about before. I-“

Virgil put a hand on his arm. “Nothing. Been there, it’s not fun. Understandable.” And that was the end of that.

Virgil gently pushed John’s arm down to his side and began waving the scanner over John’s body.

Ten seconds later he turned off the scanner. “You’re good. Could do with some food, drink and sleep, but everything else is fine. You don’t even have any bruises.” A gentle smile. “You’re good, John.”

“Thank you.” There was a double meaning there, good in health and a compliment on a good job done. “And thank you for coming all the way up here. I could have saved you the trip.” He did know how to use the medscanner, after all.

“There is more to your health than what that scanner can tell me.” Virgil eyed him as he put the device away. “Besides, I like to see my all my brothers from time to time.”

“The time, Virgil. You should be in bed.”

Then as if to throw John completely out of whatever universe he was currently in, Alan bounded through the door. “Virg, it’s working. All ready to go.” His littlest brother looked up. “Oh, hey, John.” And he darted out as fast as he had entered.

“What?” The word burst out of his mouth. “How-?” He glared at Virgil. “What’s going on?”

But Virgil just straightened and smiled. “J Protocol.”

“You’re kidding.”

“Nope.” Virgil strode past him and pushed open the door. “Come with.”

John found his mouth open and had to shut it. “Virgil-“

“Nope.” His brother waved an arm towards the door. “C’mon.”

Instinctively, John knew that if he didn’t move, Virgil would start on more drastic transport options. After all, John had seen his heavy lifting brother throw Scott over his shoulder in exasperation.

Virgil always got his way eventually.

John let his shoulders drop and walked through the door.

This time he felt like stomping instead of slamming, but the same emotion was behind both.

“Virgil, I’m fine.”

His brother nudged him forward as he shut the door behind them. “Good. Keep it that way.”

“But-“

A strong arm wrapped around his shoulders. “John, you need this.”

“I-“

But his brother herded him through the airlock into the central hub of Thunderbird Five.

The sphere was full of brothers.

And pizza boxes.

Scott was sitting cross-legged like some kind of suspended Buddha, poking at his phone. Gordon was upside down chattering non-stop to Alan who was the right way up - there was no ‘up’ in space, but there definitely was an ‘up’ on Thunderbird Five, despite the lack of gravity in her central hub - and conversing with an ease that spoke of extensive space experience.

An irrational sense of pride of his littlest brother swelled John’s heart.

All at once the three brothers realised John was in the room.

“Johnny! Welcome to the party!”

Alan flipped midair in an obvious over-the-top move to land right next to John. “Hey, John, way until you see what we’ve done.”

John frowned. “What have you done?” They better not have messed with his ‘bird.

But Scott had unfolded and was narrowing in on John with a frown. He didn’t say anything, just glanced a question at Virgil who gave him a nod.

His two eldest brothers were irritating when they did that, especially when the non-verbal conversation was obviously about him.

Scott reached out and gently clasped John’s arm. “Good job out there today.”

Yesterday, technically. “What are you all doing up here?”

“Pizza party!” Gordon’s eyes were glowing with glee.

“At 2.30 in the morning?”

Scott shrugged. “Sometimes pizza is just needed.” And there was something in his big brother’s eyes.

Goddamnit, he was fine.

But then Scott gently pulled him into a hug. It wasn’t tight, just a wrap of his arms around John, his head resting, just touching John’s shoulder.

The room was oddly silent.

And John found himself leaning into the hug. His brother’s caring touch etching into his skin, drawing him in deeper, feeding a need he hadn’t realised he had.

His head fell quietly onto Scott’s shoulder. The moment it touched, his brother’s grip tightened just a fraction before loosening again…so, so gentle.

Oh god.

But then Scott was equally as gently pulling away, blue eyes eyeing him as if unsure how he would react. Perhaps gauging his next move.

A big hand landed on his back and its partner wrapped around Scott’s shoulder. “I don’t know about you, but I’m hungry.” Virgil nudged himself between them, aiming for the huge pile of floating boxes.

The moment snapped and the world started moving again. Gordon and Alan joined Virgil with the boxes, happily discussing toppings…which ultimately led to the ongoing war between yes-pineapple and no-pineapple on pizza.

Gordon was never going to win that one, outvoted four to one, but he was a determined fish and kept up the battle at every chance.

It was a familiar sound of home.

Blue eyes were still staring at him. Saying so much unsaid.

“Hey, Johnny, me and Virg set up something cool for you.” Alan was bouncing as much as he could in a zero-g environment.

It forced John to look away from Scott. “What have you done?”

“Virgil said he wanted to set you free, but keep you safe, so we did this.” Alan poked at his wrist control.

And the hub walls disappeared.

What?

All his brothers, the stack of pizza, the random slice of pepperoni that chose that moment to drift through his eyeline - all of it, and them, was floating above the night side of Earth with nothing around them.

Thunderbird Five was gone.

His breath caught in his throat. “How?”

Virgil was smiling as he gazed at the view, pizza slice in hand. “A few more sensors on her hull, improved communication with the holoprojectors, and a little bit of programming by Alan, and you have your own space-themed holodeck.”

He stared at the lights of Auckland and Sydney. “You built me a holodeck?”

“Isn’t it cool?!” Alan was definitely bouncing.

John nodded. “Yeah, it’s cool.”

“This is the default view. It draws directly from Five’s exterior sensors. What you see here is what you’d see if we were outside. But I did add a few of my favourites for you and tweaked the input from your telescopes.”

Alan poked at his wrist control and Earth vanished.

It was replaced with a view of the Andromeda Galaxy. They were staring down at a sea of swirling stars surrounded by the deepest darkness.

“It’s not interactive, though. The processing power required for this resolution is huge and Five does have a much larger program it needs to keep safe.” He looked up for a moment, but when there was no response, Alan warily turned his attention back to John. “If you want to add more views, we’ll need to up Five’s storage. We should probably do that anyway. Never hurts to have more storage.”

“Says the video game addict.” Gordon snorted.

“Hey, your holos of fish take up more room than my games.”

“Are you kidding? Zombie death 16 pushed me onto external storage.”

“That was an accident.”

“How?”

“I may have put it on the house servers twice.”

“What? Did you delete it?”

“Of course I did.”

“Guys?” Virgil’s voice was ever so tolerant.

Gordon and Alan glanced at John. “Sorry.” It was a chorus of the both of them.

No, this was fine. It really was.

Andromeda glowed beneath them.

His family was…being his family.

And there was pizza.

He let himself float and closed his eyes.

The smell of toasted cheese and tomato sauce, peppers, that unique pizza smell.

His brothers talking quietly - Gordon and Alan still at it, but desperately trying to be quiet about it. John would look at digital storage options both for Tracy Island and Thunderbird Five tomorrow.

At the moment…

A soft touch to his shoulder and Virgil was offering him a slice of cheeseburger pizza, his favourite.

Scott had gone back to being aTracy Industries Buddha…until Virgil coasted past, snatched his phone out of his hand, and smoothly replaced it with a slice of pepperoni and cheese.

Scott’s protest was muffled by Virgil’s glare.

John bit into his pizza slice surrounded by his family and an amazing projection of his second favourite galaxy.

Yes, he liked to be alone.

But he also loved his family.

And they loved him enough to follow him.

-o-o-o-

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #john tracy #virgil tracy #scott tracy #gordon tracy #alan tracy #nuttyfic #I hope this works #this is the third attempt to write this protocol

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shoumeitsuki · 3 months

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hex haywire × afab!reader

smut, mdni ❗ (unless you can handle it then go for it lol)

characters : hex haywire

warnings : 🔞 ❗, minors do not interact❗

aphrodisiacs, semi-public sex, more than hex getting pussy drunk probably idk how to write stuff like that uhh sorry if this disappoints you lolol

do not interact if you are sensitive to content marked with exclamation mark(s) / ❗

summary : you go to hex's office to bring him lunch, and maybe in an attempt to seduce him.

I tried cooking this as fast as I could 🙏🙏

for the person who requested (in a way??) this

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you decided to go to hex, your boyfriend's office because his lunch "wasn't ready yet", so you said that you would drop it off at his office.

but, in reality, you purposely lied to try and seduce you boyfriend, to see if he would do the unholy things with you even when he was on duty.

you headed to the 5th floor of his office building, successfully making it past the lady at the counter by proving that you are an employee's partner.

you knock on hex's door, hoping ths6t he would answer.

"come in." hex said, as you open the door and enter his office.

"oh, dear? are you here to drop off my lunch?" he asks, seeing the lunch box you're holding.

"yeah! um, can i stay here while you work? i wanna see you react to my cooking, hehe." you say, as an excuse to stay at his office.

"okay, but it's still a thirty minutes before lunch. you'll have to stay here for a bit. i hope that's okay." he says softly.

"that's completely fine!" you say. "can i sit here?" pointing at a nearby armchair.

"yes, you can sit there." he says, before going back to his work.

you can't help but stare at his arms, moving fast while typing on his keyboard.

your dirty mind is thinking of... some things.

you blush a little, before brushing it off.

when lunch time came, hex washed his hands. then, hex took out the lunch box you brought him and opened it.

inside, you packed him some homemade pasta, and some chocolate strawberries for desserts.

you also packed him some herbal tea, since you knew he had a chronic cough.

"thank you, my love." hex says, before digging in.

you grin to yourself slightly.

the chocolate strawberries you made were dark chocolate.

and the herbal tea... had aphrodisiac herbs brewed to them.

he finished eating, and washed his hands after.

"so~ how was it?" you say smirking slightly, seeing if the chocolate covered strawberries had taken effect yet.

"it was great. thank you, darling." he kissed your forehead, and went back to work.

you decided to test the waters, sitting on his lap.

"oh? okay, you can sit there." hex says, before pressing a light kiss on your head and looking back at his computer screen.

you take off your oversized jacket, revealing a thin black tank top and some short shorts.

hex gulps, and you notice, but he brushes it off.

you subtly grind on him, wondering if he'll notice. and he sure did.

you notice how his skin is getting warmer as he tries to focus on his work.

"dear, i'm working..." he says, his blush very obvious.

you ignore what he just said, grinding harder on him.

"gosh." he grabs your hips, sitting you on the desk while you gasp.

he gets up, and gets on his knees.

"we're in a working environment. and i shouldn't be doing this, by the way." he says, taking off the bad of your shorts and revealing your underwear with some wet patches.

"so, i can't use my cock right now. so you'll have to bear my tongue." (omfg why is this so cringe) hex then takes off your underwear, revealing your soaked pussy.

"oh? wet already?" he asks, teasing your clit with a lick.

"mm- mhm...!" you couldn't say a thing.

he didn't say anything afterwards, instead just thrusting his tongue in and out of his favorite meal.

it was still lunch hour, so you guys had 30 or so minutes.

he kept up his pace, and you wonder on how he doesn't get tired.

however, those thoughts were knocked away when his tongue enters in deeper.

his nose is bumping on your clit, and you moan out in pleasure.

his tongue keeps going over some sensitive areas in your vagina, making you squirm even more.

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you kind of regret giving him aphrodisiacs now.

you expected this to be a quickie, maybe around 4 or 5 minutes, but he's been doing this for 10.

every time you try to push him away, he always begs for more, to let him eat you out for a little longer.

you voice is tired from moaning, and your pussy is puffy after being abused, hex biting your clit lightly and sucking on it.

you can't take it anymore, you've came on his face for several times now.

but still, he keeps going. he doesn't care how messy it is.

you keep moaning, and so does hex. the pleasure is overwhelming for you right now, especially since he's been sucking on your pussy for some time now, without stopping.

you keep convincing him, trying to get him to stop going at you, using work and his job.

however, he doesn't budge.

"please stop it, hex...! lunch is almost over...!" you moan out, and ride out your high again.

he just whines, his need for you just growing more and more.

hex finally pulls away, his face messy and his hair sticking to his face from swearing.

he looks at how messed up you look, and gazes at you apologetically.

"sorry, dear... i don't know what happened to me there..." hex takes a cloth and cleans his face, and getting another one to clean your thighs.

"it's okay... i liked it." your voice reassuring, though you surely are tired.

you head home, proud of yourself for successfully seducing hex.

when hex finishes work, he comes home, and takes care of you some more.

you two have some... time, together, and clean up in the end.

you were worn out, shaking and gasping, while your pussy was abused and getting sore.

filled up to the brim with hex's cum, your thighs were also covered in his and your own releases.

hex carries you to the bathroom, and setting you down inside the bathtub already filled with warm water.

he starts gently washing you down with scented soap, making sure to get every nook and cranny.

when you were both done, he carried you to bed and you both had some cuddles, eventually sleeping right next to each other with a smile on both of your faces.

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dhsgdb there's more plot than smut i'm sorry

it's because i'm a virgin + i don't know how to write smut v well lolol

not my best work by at least i tried to write it 🥹

sorry i don't watch hex often

#nijisanji #nijisanji en #vtuber #smut #afab reader #hex haywire #hex haywire x reader #xsoleil #xsoleil x reader #vtuber x reader #for you but sorry if i disappoint you a little

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ctitan98official · 4 months

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@saphire-scribbles : Hello! So I had a little idea for a request, and was wondering if you were up for it! Basically my eyesight is pretty bad, and I usually never see readers with the same problem, so - how do you think Alcina and her daughters would adapt to y/n either being visually impaired or even blind? I can just imagine Alcina being overprotective and meybe the daughters trying and failing to be helpfull haha. Obviously no pressure, I'm just putting the idea out here. I live your writing BTW OK bye 🏃‍♀️

Awesome prompt, my friend. Representation is important (Even in fanfiction). I never like to generalize, but everyone’s experience is different so I decided to keep things from being too specific. Let’s get into it!

Alcina, being the overprotective motherly figure that she is, would go to great lengths to ensure your safety and well-being. She insists on having someone by your side constantly to guide you around the castle and make sure you don’t accidentally bump into anything (Even if you insist that you already know the castle’s layout just fine). Alcina might also try to modify the castle to make it more accessible for you, such as installing handrails or making sure there are less obstacles in the way. Her damn vases might have to go. Although, picking you up and carrying you places brings Alcina more comfort to know you are safe with her. Plus, more time with you. It’s a good solution for her anxiety.

The girls, on the other hand, try to be helpful, but usually end up being more of a hindrance. They offer to assist you in navigating the castle, but their lack of experience with visual impairments cause them to inadvertently give you more difficulties.

Bela is too cautious when she guides you. She moves at a very slow pace and constantly asks you if you need her to go slower.

Cass is too rough. She drags you places and doesn’t realize she’s going too fast.

Dani often settles for having you ride on her back as she flies you places. You don’t mind this. It’s fun.

Over time, they all learn how to best help you and how you prefer guidance, if at all. Alcina might even seek out more resources to help you, such as specialized equipment or training for her daughters on how to best assist you. Everyone becomes more knowledgeable and confident in their abilities to offer help if you want it.

Bela reads to you all the time. Her voice is calming, but also animated. The stories are very entertaining when she reads.

Dani cracks jokes and cuddles with you. It feels good to have her gentle weight next to you.

Cass lets you explore her weapons and hold them as you inspect them. The different textures and uses are so interesting. She could talk to you about them for hours and you wouldn’t be bored at all.

Alcina and the girls come together to create a supportive environment for you. They learn how to communicate more effectively with you, make necessary adjustments, and work as a team to ensure your safety and comfort.

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The Beginning Of The End- Johnny Slaughter

Character(s): Johnny Slaughter, Sissy Slaughter, Nubbins Slaughter, reader

Summary: The reader has lost her memories, and Johnny and the family are determined to remind her where she belongs.

Credit to @creepling for the idea. Their post is here.

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With feet pounding against the dirt path, you dart down the driveway of the house you've been kidnapped and tortured. Petrified and paranoid, you look over your shoulder to see your fear is confirmed: a blonde, slender woman and a brunette muscular man following behind you, only a few paces away from grabbing you. Pushing harder, you kick dirt behind you as you zone in on the fence ahead of you, running as fast as your injuries allow. 'I can do this. I'm going to make it out of there.' You thought as you closed the distance between yourself and freedom. 'I'm going to make it home.'

You hear the electricity zapping before you see the sparks, but that doesn't waver you. 'I'll make the jump.' You've made your decision, feet slapping the ground.

As you came up to the fencing, you prepared yourself and went to dive past the fencing, only to get electricity pulsing through your body as you were thrown backward and hit the ground hard. A loud crack rings in your ears as pain swells from the back of your head. Gasping, the air in your lungs leaves with a single whoosh, still inching towards the fence. Everything is a blur as you look around. Nothing makes sense. Where are you again? Who are these three people around you? Why are they laughing and not helping you? All you knew was you had to keep moving, unsure of why but determined to proceed.

Digging your digits into the ground, you start crawling toward the exit. Your hand stumbles onto the metal sheet of electricity, and a hot, numbing blackness takes over.

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Pain.

All you could feel was pain. Heat covers your body like a blanket, suffocating you. Your eyes feel like someone has placed weights on them, too heavy to open them. A sharp, prickling sensation wraps over your head, pulsing, as you attempt to move your hand, triggering a tingling pain to shoot up your arm, stopping your movements as a groan of pain leaves your dried lips.

"Oh J, it seems like our guest is awake!" A woman's voice sings to your right. Footsteps fill the silence around you when whatever was covering your eyes is suddenly lifted.

First, all you see is the bright white of the overhead light shining down, blinking the sting away as your eyes adjust to the new environment. Looking around, you notice the woman you presume was talking: a blonde-haired woman standing on your bedside with her hand resting on your shoulder, a small comfort. With much effort, you give the woman a slight smile that probably looked like a grimace, a dull ringing in your ears sending sharp pains into your skull. If you weren’t so out of it, you would’ve questioned the subtle raise of the woman’s brow before she quickly smiled back.

“Where am I?” You croak. The woman hesitates for a moment before nodding.

“You had an accident, but you are okay now. You are safe.” Her voice is soft and comforting, a contrast to the blinding light. Squinting, you move your head to the side the blonde stood on. “Oh, Dear, let me turn that off.” The woman rushes to the side of the room and flicks a switch by the door before setting something down on the table near the door—a flash of white cloth and glass.

“Thank you.” You mumble, looking around the strange room. “May I ask you something without sounding rude?” You ask, causing the short woman to pause before slowly facing you as a mysterious glint clouds her eyes that were not there before.

“Ask away.” She says, taking small steps toward me.

“Are you my family?” The woman pauses, her eyes wide as her mouth opens and closes, seemingly unsure.

“Yes, you are.” A husky voice says to your left; a tall, dark-haired man walks in the door, followed by a slightly shorter man with a uniquely shaped birthmark on his face. The taller, more muscular man strides to your side, reaching for your hand.

“B-Baby? How are you feeling?” The man asks, sitting on your bed as you hear a soft scoff behind the brown-eyed man before you. Even through the piercing headache, you could see his sharp, defined features and dark eyes you could get lost in. ‘Who was this man?’ You asked yourself as you took in his beauty.

“Who are you?” you ask.

“Do you remember your name?” He asks, surprising you, but you thought about it. After a moment of concentration, it came off you.

Y/N, Y/N L/N.

“Yes, Y/N.” You answer as a look flashes across his face before a smile replaces it.

“Good. Good. What else do you remember?” He prods, his thumb drawing shapes on your hand as his other rests on your blanketed thigh. Taking more time to comb through your brain, you try hard to conjure up any memory but sigh when you cannot. Tears slowly fill your eyes as you look between the three strangers who weren’t strangers, looking for answers you knew they didn’t have.

“I can’t remember anything. Why can’t I remember? Who are you? What happened to me?” Your voice rasps as you raise your voice slightly.

“I’m Johnny. I’m your boyfriend. This is Sissy and Nubbins.” He gestures to the other two.

“You were cooking and fainted, hitting your head pretty hard on the coffee table. The water burns your hands and feet a bit, but the d-doctors” He glances to Sissy, who nods before turning back to you. “-said that they will heal nicely.” He finishes with a reassuring smile.

“I fainted?” You ask. Could it be that simple?

“Yes.” He says, squeezing your hand.

“Let’s let your girlfriend rest up, boy. Let’s go catch dinner since you let ours go.” The man called ‘Nubbins’ sneered at Johnny, earning a glare from the taller man. Johnny turns back to you as Nubbins walks into the hall.

“I’ll be back after a while. When I get back, we’ll go home, baby.” He promises, quickly placing a kiss on your forehead before stomping off. Home? Wasn’t this home?

“Johnny has- You and Johnny have your own place. This is the…family house. He lives by the Junkyard. You’ll love it again.” She says as she hands you a glass with two white pills. “Hear. It’s late, and you need rest.” She says

“What is it?” You eye the pills.

“Pain management.” She responds quickly, pushing the glass to your lips. With a nod, you take the pills and swallow them down. The cool water coats your dry throat, bringing life back into your body. Walking toward the door, Sissy stops, hand on the frame.

“If you need anything, scream.” She says before following the two men, leaving you alone to try to think of anything you remember, but it only brings you waves of pain instead of memories. With a sad sigh, you close your eyes, allowing sleep to take you away.

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Hey guys! This is my first Slasher and Slaughter fic!!! This is the first part of a potential series. Let me know what yall think!!

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